AND DEATH DIED...

There is this need

This

Pressing need

To write a sad song

And lament my good fortune

Shed shameless tears

That burn like acid

Corroding the

Calm that plagues me

I want

To step out naked

Into the stormy downpour

And get drenched

Along with the hope

That now wears me

Without my consent –

Catch a grave cold.

This need

To damn it all

And step back

In awkward celebration

Of impending doom

While

They

Who came to dance

With me loiter

On an expectant dance floor

I need

To find pain and

Weave her into my

Consciousness

Strum the minor chords

Of fatality –

A prelude to oblivion

This haunting

Unrelenting

Need

To

Crumble

Under the weight

Of something

Mysterious –

A potent

Enigma

Tell them…

The ones who had held

Their breaths

Five long years

Fearing to

Let what’s in out

And adamant

On letting what’s out in

Not sure what will finally break

Me

Tell them they

Can go on and breathe

Now

That

I am free

But let them know

I sit here

Composing a dirge

As I wait

To be taught

How

To live

Without death